Out Now~FIGHT by J.L. Davis

Brittany Campbell is a smart, sassy woman with no filter. She has an
independent streak a mile long and no man will get in her way. No matter
how gorgeous he is.

Nathan Beckham works with Brittany. She can’t escape him. His persistence
along with his beautiful smile finally wears her down. Brittany decides to
give him a chance, even though she knows he has a secret….

One that he doesn’t want to share.

Can Brittany and Nathan fight for each other and the possible love that is
forming between them with the roller coaster ride that is Nathan’s life?

EXCERPT

Now that I’m alone I reach under my shirt and remove this burden of a bra.
I was not lacking at all in that department. I hate them.

“Need some help with that?” Nathan’s deep voice surprises me and I throw it
at him not thinking.

“What the fuck, Nathan. Don’t sneak up on me,” I say, covering myself.

He chuckles. “I didn’t. I walked in as Jessa left. I just assumed you saw
me.”

“Um, no. Now turn around so I can put the damn thing back on.”

“No need. I’m just grabbing a file and heading home.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Brittany, you almost seem like you care,” he says, grabbing his chest.

“I wouldn’t go that far. That eye isn’t too good for business, though.”

“I think I look pretty bad ass actually,” he says, showing me that
beautiful smile. “I think you approve, too,” He nods at my chest. I look
down and see my nipples are hard, poking through my blouse. Damn them. I
quickly cover up again and he chuckles walking back to his office. I’m
mortified.

He comes back and I can’t help but be nosy. “Did your crazy ex give you
that black eye?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. Am I right?”

“Hardly.” He grins, sitting on the edge of my desk.

“Seriously, Nathan. Why do you have to piss me off? If my desk breaks,
you’re buying me a new one. Get the fuck off.”

“I told you, I like to get under your skin. It’s fun. You’re so feisty. And
I won’t break your desk by sitting on it. I could think of other ways to
break it though,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me.

I won’t look at him. I’m not feeding into that. “So, you’re really not
gonna tell me what happened?”

“Nope. Why do you want to know so bad?”

“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the fighting type.” He laughs, like
cracks up laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“You. You don’t know me at all, but you think you have me all figured out.”

“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my fucking mouth. I clearly stated
that I don’t take you as a fighter. The black eye and all. You must have
pissed someone off. You don’t want to talk about it. Fine. I wouldn’t
either, if I got my ass whooped.”

Nathan leans down, putting his hands on either side of me on my desk, eye
level with me, he catches me off guard being so close. I gasp and can’t
look away. His eyes are the most beautiful color green I’ve ever seen.
They’re smoldering. He’s so close, and looking at my lips as if he’s going
to kiss me; my heart begins to pound into my throat. Time seems to stand
still. He looks into my eyes with a cheeky grin and says, “I never get my
ass whooped, sweetheart.”

He stands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles on the way out the door.

I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. That bastard. What the
hell? Why did I just sit there? Why didn’t I push him away? Why didn’t I
kiss him? Why the fuck am I thinking like this? I need to get a grip.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I am a small town girl from Arkansas. I love chocolate, Starbucks, spending
time with family, friends, going camping, mud riding and gardening but not
pulling weeds. I hate that part.

I am addicted to reading and finally decided to try the writing thing in
December 2016 and released my first novel, Last in May 2017. I hope to be
able to write full time someday. That is my dream. I also love interacting
with readers and hearing what they think of my books too.